She’s the other whole to this dual soul.
Her kiss akin to glucose.
She has a silver tongue made of fool’s gold
Persuading this emperor out of new clothes.
She’s my best friend, yet the worst foe.
Like a boats bow, I’m feeling her flow.
This is so pleasant, it’s hurtful.
Skin to skin, she gets on nerves. Though…
She’s more curvaceous than circles,
Sine waving bye is not a hurdle.
I’d love her from here to Pluto.
My favorite soul:
My other whole.
My Other Whole
James Revels III